How We Begin

We arrange to meet in that room,
The one with the two armchairs,
A bed, and a shower
We swap breathless monologues
Then we begin
 
The unbuttoning of my blouse,
Kisses going down my neck,
Hands upon my chest,
Our bodies speak in thrusts.
I’ve been waiting for a moment like this
 
Eyes locked tight, mouths open,
Fingers tracing every curve,
Feeling breathless and alive,
Unlocking the magic in every nerve
 
These are the moments we cling to
As we pull each other closer
There is no other truth:
We could ride this wave forever
 
Sweat dripping
Our bodies in overdrive
We move slow and then fast
We don’t want this moment to pass
 
We barely know each other at all
But we know enough;
Just what we like,
Where we want to be touched
 
Fingers moving up and down my spine
Legs lifting, searching
For what’s between the thighs
I feel your urgency
We’re ready for this surge of electricity
 
We linger in the afterglow
Our bodies red
Hands moving slow
Soaking in the emotion
 
This…
This is how we begin

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Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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